Really, incredible weather for a day of parading. We hung out with friends, had some beer, and did what New Orleanians do best - run into people we know. That's kind of how you do Mardi Gras: you share your food and drinks with whoever you end up seeing.
We stayed for two and a half parades, then ducked out so David could make it home in time for mass. I went home to wash my hair - I got my bell rung by a huge bag a beads that clocked me on the forehead, and I had blood in my hair (those throws are dangerous!).
But it's not a good parade without a little blood, right?